Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.